The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 38 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 508 words
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Right noble Father, 'tis a faithful rule In moral rites, that who desires a good, And most suspects his right to it, is bold And turbulent, and eager in pursuit, Whereas the man to whom this good is due, Rests happily contented; till time fit Crown him in the possession of his wish. Well moralised: I understand thee Boy, My grant shall melt thy prayers in full joy. Once more (in hope to gain, and fear to lose A Crown and Kingdom) we have marched thus near The seat of a dread Emperor, to try The chance of war, or resolutely die. Fear no cross blow, for with this hand I move The wheel of Fate: and each success shall run Even with our pleasures, till our hopes are spun Up to their full perfection, this day's light That looks so cheerfully, shall see as bright As it, my crown and glory. What stranger's this? my blessed Genius haunts me. Isaac I take thee in with open love. What speaks they Presence? Good news to Selymus. From whom? From Bajazet. 'Tis strange if good. And full as good as strange March quickly hence. I'll tell you as we walk; if constant Chance Smile on our project e'er this Sun go down, We may salute you with a glorious Crown. I follow even to death. Grand Mars to thee I'll build an Altar if thou prosper me. Revenge my black impiety; each brow Seems with a scornful laughter to deride Those empty Menaces of 〈◊〉. And Bajazet is not our Father now, Sith he hath wronged the duty of a Son, But a scorned Enemy whose prostrate soul Shall make a step by which I will ascend Up to the heavenly throne of heavenly state, If you but lend your help and free consent. Lead us along the misty banks of hell Through Seas of danger, and the house of death, We are resolved to follow, and by one To second each step of Achomates. This resolution is as great as just, Continue it brave spirits: he's a slave That having sinned, dares not defend his sin, The world shall know I dare: For though our cause Be wrong, yet we'll make good the breach of laws. Would I had slept with Trizham, and that hand That strangled Mahomet, had stopped my breath, Rather than live to see myself thus wronged. Despair not sweet Corcutus, what I promised I'll keep most true, and here again I vow When I am dead, this honour to thy brow. I have called home that rebel Selimus, Only to tame a Traitor: And that done, We have no other heir, no other son Beside Corcutus, to whose free command We do bequeath the duty of this land. Is Isaac not returned? My Liege he is. And Selymus with him. Let them approach. Let your high spirit shrink below itself In a dissembled show of penitence. Tush I can bow, as if my joints were old, And tumble at his feet. Practise your skill.
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Right noble Father, 'tis a faithfull rule In morall rites, that who desires a good, And most suspects his right to it, is bold And turbulent, and eager in pursuit, Whereas the man to whom this good is due, Rests happily contented; till time fit Crowne him in the possession of his wish. VVell moraliz'd: I vnderstand thee Boy, My grant shall melt thy prayers in full ioy. Once more (in hope to gaine, and feare to lose A Crowne and Kingdome) we haue march'd thus neere The seat of a dread Emperour, to try The chance of warre, or resolutely die. Feare no crosse blow, for with this hand I mou The wheele of Fate: and each successe shall runne Euen with our pleasures, till our hopes are spun Vp to their full perfection, this dayes light That lookes so cheerefully, shall see as bright As it, my crowne and glory. What stranger's this? my blessed Genius haunts me. Isaack I take thee in with open loue. What speakes they Presence? Good newes to Selyms. From whom? From Baiazet. 'Tis strange if good. And full as good as strange March quickly hence. I'le tell you as we walke; if constant Chance Smile on our project e're this Sunne goe downe, We may salute you with a glorious Crowne. I follow euen to death. Grand Mrs to thee I'le build an Altar if thou prosper me. Revenge my black impiety; each brow Seemes with a scornfull laughter to deride Those empty Menaces of . And Baiazet is not our Father now, Sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Sonne, But a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soule Shall make a step by which I will ascend Vp to the heauenly throne of heauenly state, If you but lend your helpe and free consent. Leade vs along the misty bankes of hell Through Seas of danger, and the house of death, We are resolu'd to follow, and by one To second each step of Achomates. This resolution is as great as iust, Continue it braue spirits: he's a slaue That hauing sinn'd, dares not defend his sinne, The world shall know I dare: For though our cause Be wrong, yet we'le make good the breach of lawes. Would I had slept with Trizham, and that hand That strangled Mahomet, had stopt my breath, Rather then liue to see my selfe thus wrong'd. Despaire not sweet Corcutus, what I promis'd I'le keepe most true, and here againe I vow When I am dead, this honour to thy brow. I haue call'd home that rebell Selymus, Onely to tame a Traytor: And that done, We haue no other heire, no other sonne Beside Corcutus, to whose free command VVe doe bequeath the duty of this land. Is Isaack not return'd? My Liege he is. And Selys with him. Let them approach. Let your high sprit shrink below it selfe In a dissmbled she of penitence. Tush I can bow, as if my ioynts were old, And tumble at his feet. Practise your skill.